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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on May 22, 2010 18:19:35 GMT -5
What a day. I went out, I had breakfast, I came home, I went out, I ran errands, I came home - and Kitty said her chest hurt. So I took her temperature (normal), gave her assorted meds to treat the symptoms, and when she wasn't any better, called the HMO advice nurses, who said we'd better take Kitty to the ER. Kitty wanted me to take her. So I got to drive another family member (ie, Paul once, my dad several times last year) to the ER and sit there and worry. The timing was such that I didn't wait to eat lunch, so I'm feeling rather wobbly (I had something to eat after we got home). The ER doctor thinks it's probably mild pleurisy, as nothing untoward showed up on any of the tests, the chest X-ray or the EKG, and will clear up in a few days. He gave her a scrip for 400mg ibuprofen for the inflammation and pain. I made her take one in the HMO parking lot with part of a granola bar I'd grabbed at the last minute, thinking it'd be lunch. I am to make her an appointment for an echocardiogram this week, which I have to remember to do Monday when that department is open, and then an appointment with her regular doctor. If she's worse tomorrow, I should bring her right back. Tomorrow, of course, Paul and I are supposed to spend the day at my mom's. I haven't called her at all, because she'll freak, and I won't call her until I see how Kitty is in the morning. I don't think I'm going to get much sleep tonight, with the worrying and the pre-emptive guilt because we might have to cancel. I am, however, assuming that because she hasn't called, my Useless BiL and maybe my Ratbag sister are actually up there visiting. That'd be a first. Good vibes for Kitty, if there are any to spare, and a few for me, because I can feel a headache coming on right now.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on May 22, 2010 20:01:10 GMT -5
What a day. I went out, I had breakfast, I came home, I went out, I ran errands, I came home - and Kitty said her chest hurt. So I took her temperature (normal), gave her assorted meds to treat the symptoms, and when she wasn't any better, called the HMO advice nurses, who said we'd better take Kitty to the ER. Kitty wanted me to take her. So I got to drive another family member (ie, Paul once, my dad several times last year) to the ER and sit there and worry. The timing was such that I didn't wait to eat lunch, so I'm feeling rather wobbly (I had something to eat after we got home). The ER doctor thinks it's probably mild pleurisy, as nothing untoward showed up on any of the tests, the chest X-ray or the EKG, and will clear up in a few days. He gave her a scrip for 400mg ibuprofen for the inflammation and pain. I made her take one in the HMO parking lot with part of a granola bar I'd grabbed at the last minute, thinking it'd be lunch. I am to make her an appointment for an echocardiogram this week, which I have to remember to do Monday when that department is open, and then an appointment with her regular doctor. If she's worse tomorrow, I should bring her right back. Tomorrow, of course, Paul and I are supposed to spend the day at my mom's. I haven't called her at all, because she'll freak, and I won't call her until I see how Kitty is in the morning. I don't think I'm going to get much sleep tonight, with the worrying and the pre-emptive guilt because we might have to cancel. I am, however, assuming that because she hasn't called, my Useless BiL and maybe my Ratbag sister are actually up there visiting. That'd be a first. Good vibes for Kitty, if there are any to spare, and a few for me, because I can feel a headache coming on right now. Oh, damn. Them as has gets apparently works for troubles, too. I'm going a little cracked right now myself thanks to needing to get some plants potted up and the weather having settled into drenching downpours at ten minute intervals. Julia, so, yeah, cranky and distracted.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on May 22, 2010 20:04:19 GMT -5
What a day. I went out, I had breakfast, I came home, I went out, I ran errands, I came home - and Kitty said her chest hurt. So I took her temperature (normal), gave her assorted meds to treat the symptoms, and when she wasn't any better, called the HMO advice nurses, who said we'd better take Kitty to the ER. Kitty wanted me to take her. So I got to drive another family member (ie, Paul once, my dad several times last year) to the ER and sit there and worry. The timing was such that I didn't wait to eat lunch, so I'm feeling rather wobbly (I had something to eat after we got home). The ER doctor thinks it's probably mild pleurisy, as nothing untoward showed up on any of the tests, the chest X-ray or the EKG, and will clear up in a few days. He gave her a scrip for 400mg ibuprofen for the inflammation and pain. I made her take one in the HMO parking lot with part of a granola bar I'd grabbed at the last minute, thinking it'd be lunch. I am to make her an appointment for an echocardiogram this week, which I have to remember to do Monday when that department is open, and then an appointment with her regular doctor. If she's worse tomorrow, I should bring her right back. Tomorrow, of course, Paul and I are supposed to spend the day at my mom's. I haven't called her at all, because she'll freak, and I won't call her until I see how Kitty is in the morning. I don't think I'm going to get much sleep tonight, with the worrying and the pre-emptive guilt because we might have to cancel. I am, however, assuming that because she hasn't called, my Useless BiL and maybe my Ratbag sister are actually up there visiting. That'd be a first. Good vibes for Kitty, if there are any to spare, and a few for me, because I can feel a headache coming on right now. Oh, damn. Them as has gets apparently works for troubles, too. I'm going a little cracked right now myself thanks to needing to get some plants potted up and the weather having settled into drenching downpours at ten minute intervals. Julia, so, yeah, cranky and distracted. Yeah, if it ain't one damn thing, it's another. What I'd really like to do right now is either hide in my little room and reorganize beads or something, or go to bed. Or maybe hide under the bed. Unfortunately, I can't do either. Not to mention the Kitty-chores I'm going to have to do for her, although at least here I can prevail upon Emily to help. Whimper.
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Post by SpringSummers on May 22, 2010 20:41:42 GMT -5
Anne - sounds like quite a scare with Kitty. Glad that it seems all will be well - vibes coming her way.
Monnie -
I think you should replace Gigi with this:
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Post by Karen on May 22, 2010 21:23:15 GMT -5
Beautiful, warm summerlike day here today. Played 18 holes of golf in the sunshine. Didn't do too well, but had a couple of nice shots and one-putts. Thanks for the new part, Sara! Hey Onjel! Great to see you on the board. We miss you!!! Right now I'm waiting for my milk to cool so I can cook some homemade yogurt. I really need to break down and buy a yogurt maker. Trying to make it with a crock pot is a bit more time-consuming and the results are not as dependable. I've been dripping the whey out of my yogurt and the result is a nice thick and creamy yogurt, which tastes awesome with honey, walnuts and bananas. LOST finale tomorrow! that we get some closure and a nice twisty ending.
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Post by Queen E on May 22, 2010 21:23:21 GMT -5
Anne: Good vibes for Kitty; hope everything turns out OK for you both.
As for me, the Ashes to Ashes series finale kind of broke my brain, serving as it did as sort of an extended finale for Life on Mars. I wish someone on the board watched it; I'd love to talk about it...
Anyway, I should get back to working on my Dollhouse article. Hugs to them that need it...
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Post by Karen on May 22, 2010 21:26:14 GMT -5
What a day. I went out, I had breakfast, I came home, I went out, I ran errands, I came home - and Kitty said her chest hurt. So I took her temperature (normal), gave her assorted meds to treat the symptoms, and when she wasn't any better, called the HMO advice nurses, who said we'd better take Kitty to the ER. Kitty wanted me to take her. So I got to drive another family member (ie, Paul once, my dad several times last year) to the ER and sit there and worry. The timing was such that I didn't wait to eat lunch, so I'm feeling rather wobbly (I had something to eat after we got home). The ER doctor thinks it's probably mild pleurisy, as nothing untoward showed up on any of the tests, the chest X-ray or the EKG, and will clear up in a few days. He gave her a scrip for 400mg ibuprofen for the inflammation and pain. I made her take one in the HMO parking lot with part of a granola bar I'd grabbed at the last minute, thinking it'd be lunch. I am to make her an appointment for an echocardiogram this week, which I have to remember to do Monday when that department is open, and then an appointment with her regular doctor. If she's worse tomorrow, I should bring her right back. Tomorrow, of course, Paul and I are supposed to spend the day at my mom's. I haven't called her at all, because she'll freak, and I won't call her until I see how Kitty is in the morning. I don't think I'm going to get much sleep tonight, with the worrying and the pre-emptive guilt because we might have to cancel. I am, however, assuming that because she hasn't called, my Useless BiL and maybe my Ratbag sister are actually up there visiting. That'd be a first. Good vibes for Kitty, if there are any to spare, and a few for me, because I can feel a headache coming on right now. Oh, I'm so sorry to hear about Kitty. Hopefully it's jsut a bug and she'll be well soon. *good vibes for Kitty and you, Anne!*
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Post by Karen on May 22, 2010 21:27:01 GMT -5
Anne: Good vibes for Kitty; hope everything turns out OK for you both. As for me, the Ashes to Ashes series finale kind of broke my brain, serving as it did as sort of an extended finale for Life on Mars. I wish someone on the board watched it; I'd love to talk about it... Anyway, I should get back to working on my Dollhouse article. Hugs to them that need it... *hugs* sweetie. Good luck with your article!
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Post by Karen on May 22, 2010 21:30:27 GMT -5
Long random list via email from my sis. You may have seen some or all of it (I think I recognize a few, did someone else post this?) but I couldn't resist. I also found myself wanting to bold so many that more than half the list was high-lighted. Finally I narrowed it down to just some of my favorites: 1. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die. 2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong. 3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger. 4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.5. How the heck are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet? 6. Was learning cursive really necessary? 7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on #5. I'm pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.9. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired. 10. Bad decisions make good stories. 11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.
12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don't want to have to restart my collection...again. 13. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.14. "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wear this - ever. 15. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello?!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voice mail. What did you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?16. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste. 17. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call. 18. I think the freezer deserves a light as well. 19. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay. 21. Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first saw it. 22. I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.
23. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text. 24. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger. 25. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word they said? 26. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters! 27. Shirts get dirty. Underwear get dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever. 28. Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.29. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'll bet everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time! 30. My check engine light has been on for three months now and nothing's happened. I'm starting to think that my car is just an attention whore. 31. Sometimes I pretend not to remember details about people because having a good memory apparently equates to creepiness. 32. My GPS says "Estimated Arrival Time." I see "Time to Beat."33. Whenever someone says "I'm not book smart, but I'm street smart", all I hear is "I'm not real smart, but I'm imaginary smart". 34. My keyboard needs a removable crumb tray like my toaster. 35. What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other? (this one just cracks me up) 36. I wish it were appropriate to say to a complete stranger, "Excuse me, would you like me to show you how to discipline your child?"37. I never understood why the Lions and Cowboys always get to play on Thanksgiving. Shouldn't the Patriots play the Redskins, and then steal their stadium afterwards? 38. Double-Stuffed Oreos should just be called Oreos, and regular Oreos should be called Diet Oreos. These are my 2 favorites. So true. 22. I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in. 24. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on May 22, 2010 21:46:55 GMT -5
What a day. I went out, I had breakfast, I came home, I went out, I ran errands, I came home - and Kitty said her chest hurt. So I took her temperature (normal), gave her assorted meds to treat the symptoms, and when she wasn't any better, called the HMO advice nurses, who said we'd better take Kitty to the ER. Kitty wanted me to take her. So I got to drive another family member (ie, Paul once, my dad several times last year) to the ER and sit there and worry. The timing was such that I didn't wait to eat lunch, so I'm feeling rather wobbly (I had something to eat after we got home). The ER doctor thinks it's probably mild pleurisy, as nothing untoward showed up on any of the tests, the chest X-ray or the EKG, and will clear up in a few days. He gave her a scrip for 400mg ibuprofen for the inflammation and pain. I made her take one in the HMO parking lot with part of a granola bar I'd grabbed at the last minute, thinking it'd be lunch. I am to make her an appointment for an echocardiogram this week, which I have to remember to do Monday when that department is open, and then an appointment with her regular doctor. If she's worse tomorrow, I should bring her right back. Tomorrow, of course, Paul and I are supposed to spend the day at my mom's. I haven't called her at all, because she'll freak, and I won't call her until I see how Kitty is in the morning. I don't think I'm going to get much sleep tonight, with the worrying and the pre-emptive guilt because we might have to cancel. I am, however, assuming that because she hasn't called, my Useless BiL and maybe my Ratbag sister are actually up there visiting. That'd be a first. Good vibes for Kitty, if there are any to spare, and a few for me, because I can feel a headache coming on right now. Goodest vibes for Kitty.
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Post by Sara on May 23, 2010 0:14:36 GMT -5
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Post by Sue on May 23, 2010 7:29:31 GMT -5
Anne-
How is Kitty this morning?
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Post by SpringSummers on May 23, 2010 8:21:29 GMT -5
Long random list via email from my sis. You may have seen some or all of it (I think I recognize a few, did someone else post this?) but I couldn't resist. I also found myself wanting to bold so many that more than half the list was high-lighted. Finally I narrowed it down to just some of my favorites: 1. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die. 2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong. 3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger. 4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.5. How the heck are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet? 6. Was learning cursive really necessary? 7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on #5. I'm pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.9. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired. 10. Bad decisions make good stories. 11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.
12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don't want to have to restart my collection...again. 13. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.14. "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wear this - ever. 15. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello?!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voice mail. What did you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?16. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste. 17. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call. 18. I think the freezer deserves a light as well. 19. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay. 21. Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first saw it. 22. I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.
23. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text. 24. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger. 25. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word they said? 26. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters! 27. Shirts get dirty. Underwear get dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever. 28. Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.29. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'll bet everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time! 30. My check engine light has been on for three months now and nothing's happened. I'm starting to think that my car is just an attention whore. 31. Sometimes I pretend not to remember details about people because having a good memory apparently equates to creepiness. 32. My GPS says "Estimated Arrival Time." I see "Time to Beat."33. Whenever someone says "I'm not book smart, but I'm street smart", all I hear is "I'm not real smart, but I'm imaginary smart". 34. My keyboard needs a removable crumb tray like my toaster. 35. What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other? (this one just cracks me up) 36. I wish it were appropriate to say to a complete stranger, "Excuse me, would you like me to show you how to discipline your child?"37. I never understood why the Lions and Cowboys always get to play on Thanksgiving. Shouldn't the Patriots play the Redskins, and then steal their stadium afterwards? 38. Double-Stuffed Oreos should just be called Oreos, and regular Oreos should be called Diet Oreos. Re 36: I watched a woman at the pharmacy let her tiny baby scream in its car carrier for fifteen minutes as she got drug instructions, and felt like going over and whapping her and saying "pick up your child, you're making everyone miserable." Most of the time I see parents setting up further bad behavior by this kind of stuff (kid was obviously freaked, looking around frantically for Mom whose face was obscured by the counter, and even giving the baby a second's facetime would have been enough to comfort). On the other hand, what most people mean when they say this is that slapping an autistic kid who's doing rocking/vocalization in the grocery line would fix everything, or doing a beat down on a tired, hungry toddler whose frazzled mom has to shop on the way home from work and daycare is a great idea. Nope, not so much. Don't go shopping between 3:30 and 6pm and you'll hear many fewer screaming babies.Julia, the all time champ was the woman in the food court who was teaching her 18month old to scream by giving the child a spoonfull of frozen yoghurt when she reached a certain decibel level, and otherwise ignoring her- again, in a stroller, pushed "out of the way" under the table. People are dumb. Yep. 36. "I wish it were appropriate to say to a complete stranger, "Excuse me, would you like me to show you how to discipline your child?"It's one thing to want to interfere when it seems someone is abusing a child - be it obvious smacking or neglect, or nasty verbal abuse. But telling someone how to "discipline" their child? I'm glad it's not appropriate. Cause if you don't know the kid, or what might be behind their behavior, you don't know how to discipline that child. You only know how you would discipline yours in the same situation, which is not the same thing. Love the " Bad decisions make good stories." Good way to salvage something, there. And the removable crumb tray for the keyboard. Oh so true! Also like the " Sometimes I pretend not to remember details about people because having a good memory apparently equates to creepiness." Though this problem has unfortunately mostly dissapated with age, I had a really sharp memory for details, without really trying. I didn't understand it was in any way unusual. But when you remember someone and where they worked or something like that, you get . . . that look, like they think you've been stalking them. Or with men, that look where they think you must have a special interest . . . yeeeee.
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Post by SpringSummers on May 23, 2010 8:31:11 GMT -5
Good Sunday morning, Scubies, with an emphasis on: SUN!Yes, we are getting some sunshine today - hooray! And it looks like a mostly sunny week ahead - another hooray! I may walk uptown for lunch - it is just so pretty and nice out. But this means I must mow today, also. I am mostly trying to collect the good vibes for a sunny day next Mon (Memorial Day) for the bench dedication, which is outdoors.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on May 23, 2010 8:41:31 GMT -5
Anne- How is Kitty this morning? She got up a little while ago and had breakfast. She says the pressure in her chest is less than yesterday, but not gone, which is about what the ER doctor said would happen. So more ibuprofen and a quiet day for her. Just to add to her joy (and mine), she woke up with the Punctual Blues. PMS was probably part of her peakiness yesterday, come to think of it. I'm going to discuss the matter with Paul when he wakes up. Probably we'll both go visit my mom, but not for as long, which means I'd better call her and let her know that. Her daytime person was going to go look at houses while we were there, and we won't be able to give her as much time as we'd hoped. So I'm getting myself all worried and stressed, because I know my mom will immediately conclude that we aren't coming and start piling on the guilt before I have time to explain.
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